Teddy and bill

              Lately I have over heard quite a few adults talking about either their kids or someone elses when it comes to beginning their life. I have heard so many things come from parents mouths about everything their children are doing wrong. Nothing about what the have achieved so far as they make their way into adulthood. They have talked about how they were telling their son that now that hes in college he cant be wearing tee-shirts and athletic shorts all the time now and that they actually need to be somewhat professional now because if they don't no one will take them seriously. Heres the thing though. Just because you are a parent what makes you think that you can tell your now adult kids what they should even wear. It might not be very professional but at the same time you cant be dressed to work 24/7. Or even better yet there is the "I told him he needs to shave because hes never going to get a woman with that on his face" ??????????????????? That makes no sense, why do you need to control your sons facial hair as well as his relationships based off of it.
               It doesn't matter how you look. The person that's right for the jobs is the PERSON not their body. It shouldn't be seen as super unprofessional to have tattoos or piercings. You could have that tattoo to remember someone that's no longer in your life because they left too soon. You cant say sorry you cant work here because your grandma died, so why is a tattoo different? Or maybe you just like your nose being pierced since it gives you confidence, is that such a crime? Also just because you have those things it tells nothing of who you really are, so no need to judge against.
                Even colored hair has kept being from being hired. None of these things are reasons to say you aren't professional or in other words you aren't "adult" enough, if there really is anyone who can actually define adult at least. To me an adult is someone who has a job, cooks meals, pays  bills, has responsibilities. At the same time though at 17 I have all of those things. So what is it really that doesn't qualify me for adulthood? Maybe its the teddy bear I sleep with who knows